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Apr 2013 · 5.7k
Spiderman
Zahava Apr 2013
I'm in love with spiderman
he may be called off
at any time
he goes where the wind blows
at least I know he's doing good
wherever he is

meanwhile I'm surrounded
by simple states of arousal
Apr 2013 · 562
manna
Zahava Apr 2013
I cannot explain
how yummy you are
like manna for my soul
each piece of you
to be savoured
remembered

I eat you in tiny bits
saving the best for last

lying sated in your arms
Apr 2013 · 357
Man
Zahava Apr 2013
Man
Born by her
Fed by her
Nourished from her belly
He emerges
driven to deliver his seed
back to her
Apr 2013 · 448
Dance of desire
Zahava Apr 2013
She can turn it on
if the moon is right
it's my own self she wants
she takes me dancing
into the fire
her ******* & hips
swinging in time
she calls for me
hypnotized...  I am lost in her scent
the dance of desire
Apr 2013 · 674
Lap Dance
Zahava Apr 2013
That fiery madness
lit her eyes
Entranced,
she let her body succumb

to my offering
of goddess drum music

I let it wrap around her
as she whorled
into my lap
Apr 2013 · 630
fear
Zahava Apr 2013
When you're not with me
time slips away, ponderous,
pleased with itself
pretending you don't exist

Then reality strikes
as I hear your key in the lock
For a moment, I am panicked
checking... preparing for your mood

I am a forest creature
hiding in the bush
listening to your footsteps
crush the leafy floor
Apr 2013 · 343
A Haiku
Zahava Apr 2013
The clock keeps ticking
But the hands don't move at all
Why does it taunt me?
Apr 2013 · 289
Pieces
Zahava Apr 2013
Pieces of my self
rise to greet me
in the night
I hold them to the
mirror of truth
and judge them
in it's naked light
Apr 2013 · 1.1k
Tigress
Zahava Apr 2013
How I long to haunt your memory
me, a somber, lusting soul
questioning your rigidity
Your heartbeat flutters
as you ponder my summons

A bird becomes tigress
in the sphere
of my embrace
Apr 2013 · 432
silent crevices
Zahava Apr 2013
In silent crevices have they gathered
&
do for eternity dwell upon matter's
irascible habit of changing it's form
as spirit dies
&
is reborn

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